Monday, April 04, 2005
there's no point in wishing, really.
Sometimes I wish I'm a different person: someone who is determined, has iron-discipline and inexhaustible willpower. Also, it's tiring playing the same role over and over again, just because you're stereotyped by your goody-pie demeanor. Haven't we all learnt by now that appearances can be deadly deceptive? And yet, sometimes you can't help undergoing internalization, and you end up growing into the mould of Others' Expectations. Not a perfect fit, but fair enough for you to always feel that manufactured tinge. But we always had a choice - albeit Hobson's choice - to rebel and seek your own path and growth. The hardest option: for who isn't affected by what Others think? I wish I could have done so back then, I wish I can do so even now, but I'm a decade too late.
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